Location: Wisconsin....about 100 miles south of the Frozen Tundra and 70 miles east of Camp Randall

Posts: 9,705

Havana Daydreaming....JB.

"In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line"

There was long one's tall ones, short ones, brown ones,
Black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones
Out of the middle, came a lady
She whispered in my ear
Something crazy
She said,.....................

Quote:

Originally Posted by Snoozeman

I think the 'spilling the wine' lyric was a message for someone baby

Ya think! Scurvy wouldn't send secret messages would he? Now baby, that would be an infraction wouldn't it!

You fill up my senses like a night in the forest.
Like the mountains in spring-time
like a walk in the rain
like a storm in the desert
like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.

Last Train to Clarksville - the Monkees (I remember this one from high school )

another oldie ....

She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair
I sat on the rug, biding my time, drinking her wine
We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed"

Location: Wisconsin....about 100 miles south of the Frozen Tundra and 70 miles east of Camp Randall

Posts: 9,705

Rocket Man by Elton John.

All of the nights
Why did my lover have to pick last night
To get down
Doesn't it matter
That I have to feed the both of us
Employment's down
He tells me in his bedroom voice
C'mon honey, let's go make some noise
Time it goes so fast
When you're having fun

OK Lisa ... I am running out of phone a friend options son-in-law didn't know .... but my daughter did She was a big fan of Prince, says this was a song Prince sang with "some girl band"

Manic Monday by Prince and "some girl band"

this one is daughters entry ...

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder